Sometimes you just gotta drop off the face of the planet... part 5/finale

The flight to DC was uneventful.

Unlike the flight to Orlando.

From DCA to MCO, I ended up with a middle seat which was super disappointing, but since it was in effort to get to Teh Bear, I suffered through it.  The best part though was the lady to my left that was reading her Kindle.  Let me just say: I love to read.  I am also slightly curious.. and by slightly curious, I mean nosy.  I was curious what she was reading.  I had been trying to doze off, but it wasn't working since I couldn't get comfortable in the middle seat.  So I casually glanced down at what she was reading.  The lady had long hair that had come untucked from behind her ear, so she couldn't really see me.  I saw the word "nipples" and immediately I'm like, wtf, mate?  I keep scanning her Kindle, "hard", "master", "spank"...  This lady was reading erotica in a public place.  How awesome and ballsy.  Her 2 kids and husband were across the aisle.  The best part was definitely when anyone would walk by and she'd bring the Kindle up to her chest or close the cover so that way no one could see what she was reading.  It was really only those few pages that were steamy.  After that it got boring enough for me to finally get comfortable and doze off for a few minutes.

I had a window seat from CLT to DCA, so a nap was accomplished.  As I was waking up, the old lady that was sitting in the aisle seat decided that she wanted the window shade opened, which I had closed (I'm a sensitive sleeper....  if you didn't get that from the last post), so she reached across me and opened it.  Grrr.  I'm pretty much like a vampire (but not from Twilight), I love the dark.  Since she wasn't sitting in the window seat, the glare of the sun off the wing of the plane wasn't directly in her eyes.  But I wished it could have been.  I lowered the shade back down to halfway and recalled having to open the window shade for every take off and landing on the rotator flight from Bahrain.  /wrist.

It only took dropping a few more 1000 feet for me to appreciate the imagery world outside the window.  Mostly residential areas, some houses with pools, large neighborhood complexes, some fields with houses in the middle, waterways, boats.  Missing my imagery job at NAVCENT came back in full swing.

Luckily, we landed shortly after.  Since Yurtle's Car-Sitter had to work, she wasn't able to pick me up from the airport, which was ok.  Teh Bear had suggested Super Shuttle the night prior.  It was only $23 from DCA to Springfield, so I was like... well, ok.  I knew it could be a risk, because you were put in a passenger van, which could hold up to 7 people, so you could be first, or last.  Luckily for me, I was first.  YAY!

Yurtle was still chillin in her corner spot.  I inspected her for scratches/dings because I'm a protective car mommy.  Nothing significant to report.  Luggage was loaded, Yurtle started and purred at me that she missed me (in the same way I had missed her)....  All that was left was the 1.5 hour drive back to Pax River.  In more good luck, traffic was light despite being the beginning of rush hour, so it wasn't difficult to navigate to my exit.

While I was at home, home I mainly drove Teh Dad's Chrystler Cirrus, which I very much appreciated his sacrifice to drive the very-bad-gas-mileage-trash-truck to work while I was there.  I also drove Teh Granny's 4Runner, and I drove Teh BFF's Nisson Sentra once from the hair salon to Bojangles.  I longed for Yurtle.  I pined for her.  From the stupid back door locking thing, the dim headlights, and the very hard to use signal light in Teh Dad's car to Teh Granny's you-must-apply-full-force-and-use-the-force-on-the-brake-pedal-to-stop-before-rear-ending-the-car-in-front-of-you brakes, Yurtle was deeply missed.  Getting back into her was like trying on the shoe that fits perfectly.  Ahhhhhhh.

So the drive from DC to Pax was definitely enjoyable.  I'm glad I'm finally able to enjoy driving again (although being in DC is slightly like dealing with Arabs in Bahrain.....  you can take or leave that terrorist reference).  I got home and was quickly unpacked.  Everything into the washer.

Sitting on my bed (more commonly referred to as Teh Cloud) that evening was so amazing.  I didn't let myself lay down until it was bedtime though, because I knew that once I laid down, I probably wasn't going to get back up out of bed until it was time to go to work.  But, Gentle Reader, when I did.. it was like an angelic choir had started singing.  I think I heard my limbs sigh as Teh Cloud encompassed them and Sherpa Derpa (B.o.B.'s cousin/semi-replacement/a new blanket that I bought because it was paisley and soft) kept me warm.

Yurtle Teh Turtle/Indigo Montoya.. This wasn't taken at the car-sitters, I just like posting pics of my car... :)